In the dance of the willows, Where the wind confesses softly, How weeds and flowers conspire, To remind the heart it beats, In time with all that grows, In all that yearns for the sky.
- Andre Breton
In the dance of the willows, Where the wind confesses softly, How weeds and flowers conspire, To remind the heart it beats, In time with all that grows, In all that yearns for the sky.